SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 09, Third Time is Leroy

KAYLEY AND SAME ARE BACK AT THE BAR, BUT THIS TIME KAYLEY KNOWS WHAT SHE WANTS

Kayley and I sat in the car, watching the Bar. Its cheap neon blinked on and off. Kayley looked gorgeous. Her red hair was swept back an

SAM

Kayley and I sat in the car, watching the Bar. Its cheap neon blinked on and off.

Kayley looked gorgeous. Her red hair was swept back and styled, she had on dark eye shadow. Tonight, she'd opted for a form fitting lacy top that was somewhere between a vest and a bustier, bustier with a plunging neckline and a row of buttons down the front. She wore her 'special occasions' push up bra, a black lace Marlies.

The top didn't quite reach down to her velvet, low waist, pencil skirt, leaving her navel and a band of pink flesh exposed all the way around. She looked like a slutty femme fatale. Maybe that was part of the appeal of this grungy bar, she could push her look deeper into provocative territory.

She took a deep breath, and I watched her chest heave. Loved that push up bra.

"He's probably not even in there," I said. "It's been hit and miss."

"He said he usually comes by Wednesday nights," she said, staring.

There was something hungry in the way she looked at the Bar, like a craving, an uncontrollable urge. What had gotten into her?

Well, actually, I knew what had gotten into her. I was just surprised by the intensity she wanted it in her again.

"What if he doesn't come by?" I asked.

She shrugged.

"We'll wait around a while, if he doesn't show, we'll just leave."

"Maybe you'll meet someone else," I teased. "Mister Thick as a Barge Pole."

She made a face and actually shuddered.

"No thanks!" she said. "I don't know, I don't know that I want to fuck just anyone. I like flirting, but that whole just 'insert generic cock here' isn't working for me."

She paused thoughtfully.

"In fantasies, sometimes, it does. Like, I have this 'free-use' fantasy sometimes, where literally anyone and everyone has me. Like, just give me a mattress and a line up of men, and hell, even an audience to watch... that's hot. But some random guy, like for real. No. I think Barge Pole knocked that down a little. I had fun with him, I just... don't need to."

"So it has to be him."

"Kind of, yeah."

I wasn't jealous, not exactly. But I found myself almost wishing for a charming random stranger to sweep her off her feet, if Leroy didn't show up, or even if he did.

"What's so special about this guy," I groused. "You say he's sleazy. You've said that."

"My god," she said. "Yes! He's so sleazy, he almost leaves a slime trail. When he looks at you, it's like you want to wipe him off, it's like he leaves a film on your skin, just looking at it. He's shallow, and superficial. All he wants is to fuck me, there's just nothing else in him."

"You've convinced me," I said wryly. "I'm going to switch teams. I want him too."

She laughed out loud.

"There's something about him though," she reflected. "You know how women are attracted to bad boys. Well he's a bad boy, and all the things about him that should be a turn off... that ARE a massive turn off, somehow they're a major turn on with him. When he looks at me like meat he desperately wants to fuck, I'm wet. When I'm talking to him, and he's completely uninterested in any part of me except for getting his cock in my pussy... it's hot."

"There's something about that, he's totally fixated, totally indifferent, I'm just an object to fuck. All the civilization, the humanity, the social engagement, every human feeling, just stripped away. He's like a human erection, with only one purpose in the entire universe, and that's to push up into my pussy and ejaculate."

I waited a few beats to see if she had anything else to say.

"That..." I said finally, "was insane."

Kayley laughed and blushed.

"It's hard to explain--"

"No," I said, putting my hand on her knee. "No. I think, in a weird intuitive way, I understand. I don't know that I could put it logically in words any better. But I get it. I think I get it."

"You do?"

"I think so."

"I'm not really attracted to him," she said. "Not in the usual way. He's just..."

"An itch," I said. "An itch you need to scratch. A compulsive itch."

"Thank you," she said. "That's exactly it."

There was a palpable relief in her voice, she smiled at me.

"It's an itch," she said. "But what about you. If you... If it hurts us. If it bothers you, we don't have to do. I don't have to."

I laughed.

"You're asking after... three times now?" I said incredulously. "You've got to be kidding."

She blushed and looked out the passenger window, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Well..." I can't help wondering.

"It's not the same for me," I said. "It's not this irresistible compulsion you're experiencing right now, this itch you need to scratch."

"It's not irresistible," she said. "I can resist plenty."

"But you really want it?"

"I really do."

"Got it. It's not like that for me. But I kind of get into it. There's something exciting about it, you're so bold, adventurous, you're really putting yourself out there--"

"You mean I'm putting out," she teased.

I laughed.

"You know what I mean. It's hard to describe, but there's something so beautiful and bold, when you do it. It's thrilling, that's all I can say. And there's something intimate, knowing I'm your lifeline, just there in case anything goes, your security so you can feel comfortable. And it's hot, it's so fucking hot, it's unbelievable. It's like watching a really hot porno, except it's live and immediate, and you know the porn star down to her soul - it's super porno!"

"We keep thinking, I should be jealous. The both of us wonder. But I'm not. I don't feel it. Maybe because I know, it's just a thing, that I'm yours and you're mine and that won't change."

"So... you're okay?"

"Kayley," I said. "Look at me. Look straight in my eyes."

She looked, for a moment, we stared at each other.

"Kayley," I ordered. "Take off your panties. Now."

She blinked. Her lips moved, not quite forming a word. There was almost a tremble. Then she turned facing the bar. Staring fixedly, she lifted her hips, rolling her mini pencil skirt up, and then slid her panties down her thighs, over her knees, down her calves. Gingerly, she lifted one high heeled foot, stepping out of it, then the other. She lifted her hips again, pulling her skirt into place, and smoothing it down carefully.

"It seems to me that if you leave your panties in the car, then he won't be able to steal them."

She gave a half smile and a little snort. I placed my hand on her bare thigh just below her skirt.

"Spread your legs," I ordered. She obeyed, parting her thighs. The skirt rode up quickly. God, her skin was so smooth. Slowly I let my hand slide up her skirt, cupping the inside of her thigh, applying gentle pressure. The skirt was so tight, the material so sheer and stretched, that even in the dim light, I could see my fingers and knuckles prominent beneath the fabric. She opened wider, surrendering. When I reached her lips, she gasped.

She was so incredibly wet, it was unbelievable. Her lips were already parted, my fingers were almost drawn in. With an effort, I slid my fingertips up against her clit, teasing and touching. She threw back her head and moaned, hips rocking slowly.

"Some stranger is going to put his cock in you tonight," I said. "That's very clear. Maybe Leroy, maybe someone else."

I shrugged.

"I know, I know, you say you're not interested. Just Leroy or nothing. But, holy shit, Kayley... you're so fucking wet."

I kept fondling her, she shivered and squirmed, moaning softly.

"Now, you might think I'm fingering you right now, so you'll just get hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter, so that when you walk into that bar, there's no chance you're not going to get fucked. Leroy or someone...or maybe a bunch of someones... their cock is going to be in you."

The thought of Kayley opening her leg, not just to one man, but taking three or four or a half dozen in a row, each one taking their turn, one after another, coming in her, filling her with their seed and then withdrawing so the next could take her overpowered me like a battering ram. For a second, I was distracted.

"Uhhh," she whispered, her voice choked with lust. Had she reacted to the idea of multiple men taking her? Had that image sizzled for her like it had for me? She was so wet. We were filthy in the same way. "You're really working me up," she husked.

"Shhh," I said. "That's not what I'm doing. I mean, I know it's already guaranteed you're going to get fucked by someone in there. That's absolutely going to happen. Fingering you to get you to it... you're already there. It's not necessary..."

"But here's why I'm fingering you..."

"Because I love you, and I want you to feel me, to know I'm right here, to know my touch, and know that I'm with you all the way. Whoever's cock goes in that pussy, my fingers are touching you."

She gasped, took a deep breath, I admired the way her chest heaved, how rigid her nipples were.

"That," she said, "is the most romantic fucked up thing I've ever heard. I love you so fucking much."

She took a breath.

"Also..." she sucked in another breath. "You need to stop, or I'm going to come."

"Do you want to come?"

"No!"

"Oops!" I took my hand away quickly.

She gasped and clenched her thighs together, bending forward to squeeze her knees.

"Oh that was close!" she gasped. "I kept thinking I should make you stop, but I wanted to keep listening."

She took a deep breath.

"We're doing this?" she asked.

"I guess so," I said.

"What if I change my mind?"

"Then we leave, no worries. If you don't want it, it doesn't happen."

"That's not what I wanted to hear," she said. We laughed.

"You're right. I want this," she said. "I want to do something."

"Yes."

"Together?"

"Forever."

We got out of the car, and walked to the bar. I let her go in first and waited a minute. When I entered, she was already perched on a stool at the bar. Not her usual, those seats were taken, somewhere further down. She was alone. No sign of Leroy or Mister Barge Pole.

The bar was about half full, a low buzz of voices. My phone rang, I picked up.

"It's me," Kayley said from the bar.

"How are you doing?"

"Waiting for my drink."

"He's not here?"

"No. I didn't see him."

"Maybe he's in the bathroom..." I said.

"Maybe."

"Maybe he's in the bathroom fucking some other chick," I said.

"Ha ha," she replied sarcastically. Was she a little jealous? Maybe. Maybe the thought of her sleazy zipless fuck side piece guy getting his dick in another woman bothered her.

"I'm serious," I told her. "It could be his regular thing. He might have a whole string of girls that he fucks in the bathroom."

"You're so mean!"

"Do you want me to go back and see if there's a line up of women at the men's room?"

"So mean!"

I laughed.

"Let's give it half an hour," she said. "If he doesn't show up, we'll fuck off and make our own fun."

"You've got some other prospects," I said. "There's hardly any women here. I think you'll get lots of interest."

"I saw," she said. She swiveled on her bar stool, surveying the options, while holding the phone to her face. "No one really appealed to me."

"There's a couple of rednecks at the pool table, they're okay in a scuzzy urban cowboy way," I suggested into the phone. I could almost hear her smirk. "You could have a bathroom threesome?"

"I saw them," she said. "They're not doing it for me."

"Oh well."

"I'm going to put you on mute and play candy crush," she said.

"Sounds good," I replied. "I'm going to find a table with a good view and relax."

"I love you."

"Love you too," but from the flatness, she'd already muted me.

Half an hour went by.

I texted her.

"Time to go?"

She paused and texted back.

"A little longer."

"Okay."

The bartender delivered another drink to her. She looked up surprised, and the Bartender pointed. A man waved, and came over. He was overweight, but not morbidly so, balding, with sideburns. At his table, a couple of his buddies cheered him on.

"I noticed you sitting alone. I thought I'd buy a beautiful lady a drink," he said.

Her smile was radiant.

"That's so sweet," she said. "But I'm not alone. I'm waiting for my fiancé, this is our anniversary. We met in this bar, right here. But thank you for the drink."

I admired her kindness. There were a dozen ways she could have blown him off, some quite unkind. But Kayley was inclined to sweetness.

He kept his smile, but it lost considerable wattage.

"Ah well," he said. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on true love. But I'm glad to offer you the drink. That's on me."

"You're so sweet," she said, grabbing his wrist. She noticed his companions watching and pulled him close. "If I wasn't waiting, I would definitely love to have you sit with me. You're just my type."

She kissed his cheek, and nuzzled him affectionately, he was so close his body was pressing against her thigh as she perched on the bar stool. The bare flesh of her leg below the skirt down to her knee, must be touching him. I was pretty sure he popped a boner.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "To thank you for your kindness and your attention, let me buy you and your friends a round in appreciation."

She called the bartender over. While they waited, she continued to hold his wrist, lowering it to her thigh, just at the edge of her skirt, and she smiled and made small talk. Her body rubbed against his, not quite accidentally. The bartender arrived, I watched her give instructions, the bartender nodding, and then he went off.

"Well, you should go back to your table now," she said. "But you know what? I don't think my fiance would mind if I gave you a real kiss. Do you think he would mind?

"I'm not sure--" he began, and then she kissed him.

It wasn't much of a kiss. But it was a real kiss, all right, full on the lips and she put a little pressure onto it. No tongues, though, none of the open hunger I'd seen when she kissed Leroy, or for that matter, when we kissed. It was definitely sexual, but more affectionate.

He seemed to simultaneously swell and deflate as she kissed him, frozen and astonished, but somehow eager. When it ended, she smiled, patted his hand, and sent him back to his table.

I texted her.

"He seemed nice."

"Oh shut up." Wink emoji.

"Seriously," I texted. "I think he'd be up for a trip to the Men's room. You should have gone for it."

"Mmm. Not what I want tonight."

I texted a line of question and exclamation marks.

"You would do him some other night?" I texted. "We can come back."

"Shut up."

"I could get his phone number."

"Shut up." Laughing emoji.

"Actually," I texted. "Not kidding around. I think it was very sweet the way you handled him. Gentle. Compassionate."

"He seemed nice. I didn't want to hurt his feelings."

"It was really nice of you."

"Thank you."

"Was he hard?"

"Shut up!"

A moment later, she texted.

"Yes he was. But he tried to hide it."

"Sounds like a winner. You should have done him."

"He was nice. He's the only one who sent me a drink. There's this pervy guy at one of the tables, a real low life, he's been watching me all night, never sent me a drink. What do you think of that?"

"Sounds like a jerk. You should ditch him and go with that guy."

"Maybe I will!"

"You should!"

"Is that a dare!"

I sent a lips and tongue emoji.

Just then, the waitress delivered the drinks to the other table. Fat boy raised a glass to her, and she turned and raised her glass to him. They all put their glasses to their lips, then she smiled at them and turned back to the Bar.

I smiled. She didn't have to do any of that. She wasn't condescending or mocking, she was simply being naturally kind. She was so fucking wonderful, just one of these people that are better than the rest of us, kinder, gentler, more thoughtful, none of it forced or fake. It was crazy how much I loved her.

"I don't think he's coming."

"A little longer."

We were already well past the half hour agreed on. I wondered if I should put my foot down, or just wait her out. According to my phone, it had been forty-three minutes.

At forty-nine minutes, Leroy walked in. She didn't notice, she wasn't looking at the door. I was about to text her a head's up when he spotted her and made a beeline straight for her. He was almost on top of her, when, alerted by the sense of a presence near her, she looked up and gave an audible gasp of sunrise and pleasure.

Leroy wasted no time, he simply took her in his arms and kissed her, in full view of the bar, and the table with Keith and his friends. I registered their shock and excitement at seeing Kayley's fiance show up.

But my real shock was Kayley, she melted completely into his kiss, returning it with submissive eagerness, their lips pressing, her mouth worked and I could practically sense his tongue intruding, and her happy sigh. Her whole demeanor and body language changed, sensuous, sensual, submissive, erotic. She almost squirmed on her seat as his body pressed against hers, welcomed. Even from across the room, I could literally feel her pussy instantly wet and soaking, her whole being quivering with desire and anticipation.

Her transformation left me breathless, my heart racing and mouth dry. My erection was so instant and so rigid I had to lift half out of my chair to adjust my pants.

I was vividly aware that she wasn't wearing panties, that there was nothing between her soaked, engorged hungry pussy and him. I was the one who had told her to take them off, and suddenly, I was shocked with the realization that I had literally handed her body over to him. I'd served Kayley on a platter.

Keith's table were fascinated, whispering to each other. I could imagine what they were saying. Kayley's submissive lust, her aching need and hunger for this man was obvious and overwhelming. And it was just as obvious, it was inevitable, no it was destined, that he would take her, that she would surrender herself willingly and enthusiastically.

I flashed for an instant on her in the car after that second time with him: Proudly leaning back and spreading her legs, opening her lips to show me his semen filling her, the shining slimy whiteness, the thick ooze. She'd reached down, coating her finger, and licked it, smiling.

Now, for the first time in our game, I was jealous.

But with that jealousy, came a sense of helplessness. I'd consented, hell, I'd supported, I'd practically given her pussy to another man's cock. I'd served her up to him on a platter, again and again.

I'd just never imagined she'd want it so desperately.

"I waited for you," she breathed.

Wait, I thought. The way she'd spoken, it was almost as if they'd arranged to meet here again. But that hadn't happened, had it? I'd listened in on their encounter through her phone. They hadn't said anything about meeting, they hadn't set a date.

Had they?

No, it was impossible. The phone had been on continuously, I'd heard everything. Unless she'd silenced her phone so they could speak privately for a few seconds without me hearing? Or unless he'd passed his number so she could call or text him later? Or she gave him hers?

In turmoil, I watched them make out. They spoke, but the words were indistinct in my ears, distracted as I was by the muttering at the other table as they speculated on what the couple would do next.

There was almost no hesitation on Kayley's part, she was ready instantly, and leading him by the hand, walked to the back of the bar. As she passed Keith's table, she ran her fingertips along his shoulder, and tousled his hair.

Although I watched with naked interest, our eyes never met, she didn't even glance in my direction, which triggered a new wave of insecurity. It was as if, in her overwhelming need to be taken by Leroy, she'd forgotten I had ever existed.

And yet, despite it all, I was the hardest, most excited I had ever been in my life. It felt with just the slightest pressure, I would ejaculate helplessly and uncontrollably.

The disappeared behind me. I didn't dare turn to follow them, but Keith's table all did, staring openly, astonishment plain on their faces. They knew exactly where she was going with him and what he'd be doing to her.

Hell, after that volcanic kiss, everyone in the bar knew.

"No," Kayley's voice came through my phone. "Not the Men's Room again. It's disgusting. Let's go to the Women's room."

"Guys aren't supposed to go in the women's room," Leroy said. I heard her laugh openly, and then the creak of a door. I imagined her pulling him in after her.

"Oh!" I heard her moan suddenly. She sighed. "You don't waste time."

"I just wanted to see you were wearing panties," he replied.

"After you ripped the last pair off," she breathed. "Why would I bother?"

"Good girl."

"If I'm such a good girl," she said, "why isn't your cock out?"

"I thought I'd let you..."

"Oh thank you."

"Do these buttons... are they just for show?"

"Do you want to unbutton my top?"

"Fuck yes."

"I bet your boyfriend loves your outfit," Leroy asked. "What would he think if he watched you walk out the door looking like this?"

"Oh he did watch me walk out the door," she whispered. "And he knew I was going to get fucked by a big hard cock."

"He knew, did he?"

"Well, I might have told him."

Leroy laughed.

"He's okay with it," she said.

"He's okay with you getting fucked by a random stranger?" he said.

"You're no stranger," she purred. "This is our third time. We're not strangers any more."

"He knows about this?" he asked. "You and me."

"He made me take off my panties for you," she said. "He finds it exciting."

"Yeah? Waiting for you to come home? Or is he here? Now?" Leroy asked. "Wait, he must be. Watching out for you.... the skinny guy."

"Don't worry," she said. "He's fine."

Actually, I wasn't sure I was fine. The first encounters had been exciting, but this, her intensity, her deep craving, felt like it was getting out of hand. We'd talked about it in the car. But actually seeing the intensity had shocked me.

"Invite him," Leroy said.

What???

"What?" Kayley said.

"Invite him," Leroy said. "Call or text him to join us. I bet he'd love to see for himself. Wouldn't he love to watch and listen to you get fucked, rather than just hear about it after it's all over?"

Pause.

"Tell him to come on in," Leroy offered. "I'll even let him have a turn. How about it. The three of us?"

I was paralyzed with shock. Did he know about me? Of course, she'd said she had a boyfriend, right from the start. And she'd just told him I knew. Did he know who I was? I didn't think he'd ver noticed me. For a second, I was certain he knew I was listening, and it frightened me. But then I realized, he'd just assumed she told me all about it after.

My phone beeped, she was texting me.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Would you like to join us?"

I was literally shaking with excitement and trepidation. The idea of Kayley getting fucked by a stranger was one thing. Listening to it, another. Actually being there for it?

Could I handle it? Would it be the most exciting thing in my life? Or would this new jealousy explode? Or would it just break me, watching another man slide his cock into the woman I love, watching her spread her legs for it, moaning in ecstasy.

For a second, I wanted to say no, to be a coward.

But that wasn't an option.

"On my way," I texted back.

***

LEROY

Leroy waited a moment to look up when the washroom door opened and the boyfriend walked in.

He had Kayley half sitting on the sink, bare assed, her skirt on the floor, her top pushed up. From her armpits down, the girl was nude. Each time he'd had her, she was easier, more submissive, more compliant.

She was gasping into his mouth, frenzied little mews. He had one hand between her spread legs, two fingers hooked up in her pussy, stroking her g-spot, his other hand clutched her tit so ferociously it was almost stretched, pulled to one side, while he kissed her, pushing his tongue.

Leroy had unzipped and his cock was poking out of his trousers, but that didn't bother him. He was proud of his erection, and he knew he'd be burying it in Kayley tonight.

Hadn't he already done it twice? The first time, it had been just a random bar fuck, the sort of thing that happened out of nowhere and vanished as if it had never happened. He'd made sure to drop a load in her pussy, but hadn't cared much.

Then that asshole Derek had been talking about this girl he'd fucked in the Men's room, and he knew Kayley had come back. Clearly, she hadn't come for Derek, she'd been looking for him and settled for what was available and hard. So the second encounter, he'd taken his time with her, for his own pleasure, and for hers.

After all, now he knew she'd come back for more.

The door closed, he ignored it a few seconds longer. He needed to show the boyfriend who was in charge in here, and the best way to do that was to ignore him while Leroy fingered his girl to jello.

The boyfriend stood there, unsure and awkward.

Finally, Leroy looked up.

"Oh hey," Leroy said, "we didn't notice you come in. Thanks. I didn't get your name?"

"Sam."

He actually stuck out his hand. After a moment's amused hesitation, Leroy withdraw his fingers from Kayley's grasping pussy, and joined his hand with Sam's, letting the wet slickness slide against his palm. That's your girlfriend's pussy you're feeling, Leroy thought.

Sam was younger, he judged about the same age as Kayley, both mid to early twenties. Sam was tall, overtopping him by a couple of inches, but slender, with a bony angular face, and piercing blue eyes.

"You know who I am, right?" Leroy asked and gave him a smile. A small dominance game - Sam was the one that needed to introduce himself, Leroy wasn't. I'm the guy that fucks your girlfriend, he thought.

"You ever done this before," Leroy asked. He didn't bother to ask Kayley, she was in a sexual haze, right where he wanted her. His hand returned to her pussy, working her clit, teasing her lips as she watched her two men.

"Uh no," Sam said. But his cock was visibly rigid in his jeans, whether he was experienced, he was into it. Leroy cast a knowing glance at his crotch.

"Well," he said, "no worries, it's all about her. Come here and feel her tit."

Gingerly, Sam stepped towards them, reaching up to place two hands on Kayley's free breast. She cooed with pleasure, as Leroy stroked her clit.

"Come on, man," Leroy said, "grab it hard, like this." He lifted and squeezed Kayley's breast brutally, fingers digging in. "She's not going to break. She likes to be handled."

Another small little assertion of dominance: I know what your girlfriend likes better than you do.

Leroy bent down and licked Kayley's neck, bringing a squeal and a giggle. She squirmed between the two men, one hand reaching down to wrap around Leroy's cock, the other stroking Sam's pants.

Leroy grabbed Sam's hand, thrusting it down between Kayley's legs.

"Feel that pussy," he said. "She's so fucking went. She was dripping before we even got in here."

"Oh his hands," Kayley whispered. Leroy smothered her mouth with a deep passionate kiss, while grinding Sam's hand between her legs. He was vividly aware of Sam watching them kiss.

"Suck that nipple," Leroy ordered. "Bite it, bite the fuck out of it. Don't be gentle."

Sam's head dropped, and Leroy let the kiss go, licking the side of her face, her neck all the way to her collarbone. He pushed his hand under Sam's, and slid two fingers into her pussy, while sam instinctively gripped her thigh, pulling it wider.

"Oh fuck," Kayley was moaning. Her hand was still on Leroy's cock, jerking it spastically, while her other arm was wrapped around Sam's head, holding him to her breast. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can't believe it."

Moaning deeply, Kayley pulled Sam up to her face, and the two kissed passionately, as Leroy fingered her. She clung to Sam like a drowning woman, trying to grind her body against him, while still having Leroy beside her. Leroy drove his palm against her clit again and again eliciting a series of moans. Her legs were trembling, all her weight resting on the sink's vanity shelf. She was breathless, panting in syncopated rhythm, gasping and starting with each touch, flushed red with desire.

"Hey, Sam," Leroy looked up from mauling her nipple. "You're overdressed, get that cock out."

"Yes," Kayley said. "Fuck yes, get it out, get your cock out for me."

Leroy plunged three fingers into her pussy roughly, curling up like a hook in search of her g-spot and all she did was spread her legs wider. She was so ready to be fucked. If the boyfriend wasn't here, he'd have plunged into her already.

Sam stepped back, disengaging for a minute, to Leroy's pleasure. It mean, for a moment at least, Kayley's body was all his. The fly on Sam's pants were already unzipped, he or Kayley must have done that. The younger man worked his jeans and underwear down until his erection sprang free, while Kayley stared with bleary desire.

Leroy took it in at a glance. Big. Straight. Not quite as big as his. Leroy judged himself at least an inch, with more girth and a curve that women loved, he was satisfied that his was the better cock. The head was already leaking copious precum, and he suspected, half hoped, that the boy was so excited he'd prematurely ejaculate.

Stepping a little to the side, holding Kayley in place, Leroy got his elbow under her knee, lifting one leg higher, exposing her pussy wantonly as she leaned back on the wall behind the sink. The position made her pussy gape juicily.

Sam stared, transfixed, he'd never seen Kayley's pussy so open before, so intensely dripping wet, her body transfixed, radiating wanton helpless sensuality.

"She's your girl," Leroy said. "I give you the honours. Come and fuck her."

Except Leroy wasn't being generous. He figured that the kid would be keyed up fast with excitement, he'd probably shoot real fast. He might only last a minute. Kayley wouldn't have time to come. Then once the boy had demonstrated his inadequacy, Leroy would mount the little bitch and fuck her to orgasm. The boy would be too fuck-exhausted to complain or object, even if he dared to open his mouth.

It would subliminally establish the pecking order between them, who was the pea shooter, and who brings it home. Who was the pretender and who was the man. Who was the tryout beta and who was dominant team captain. He wouldn't need to speak to it at all, but both of them would know, consciously and unconsciously, the pecking order, the relationships, the hierarchy, that had been established, set in stone in that moment.

"Sam," Kayley called, throwing out her arms. Sam rushed to embrace her, and they wrapped their arms around each other. Their mouths hungrily found each other, devouring. Kayley's legs scissored tight around his hips, one heel digging into the back of his thigh. Only Leroy's grip on the other stopped it from pulling her lover closer. Sam buried his face in her neck, and Kayley threw back her head in a moan, her lips stretching into a radiant grin.

Leroy was taken aback, somehow Kayley had gone from hot and dirty to an almost luminous state. Embracing Sam, she seemed to glow. They both did, the intensity of their genuine love for each other overwhelming physical passion. Pure happiness radiated from both of them. It was stunning. Leroy was a man who'd been fucking all his life, but in this moment, it felt like he was witnessing something higher, purer, a form of sex that was like communion, something he'd never imagined.

Leroy was forgotten. Kayley and Sam ground together, hands running through hair, lips pressing against each other hungrily, exchanging kisses, their mouths sliding across cheeks, necks and shoulders. Sam's cock, the head wet with slickness slid over Kayley's mound, across her belly, as he struggled to pull back enough, to get enough room to enter her. Impulsively, Leroy reached down, seizing the cock and pushed it towards the lips.

"Oh god, oh fucking god yes," the moaned in unison as his cock slid into her. He didn't so much enter, as the bodies simply merged, as if for an instant they became one being.

Then Sam pulled back and lunged, and it was as if an explosion went off. Kayley twisted and squealed, flailing, losing her grip on Sam, and then wrapping herself around him with desperate intensity. Sam pumped into her with fast ferocious strokes, as if sprinting, and Kayley was almost a rag doll, shaking and flung around at the end of his cock.

The couple were both approaching orgasm rapidly as an avalanche, with the inescapable intensity of a boulder rolling down a hill, smashing everything in its path and picking up speed. Leroy didn't want her to come on the boy, she need to come on his cock. Almost frantic, he seized her knee, lifting it to change the angle of penetration. He licked her neck, his face brushing Sam's as their mouths kissed and licked her.

"Give it to her," Leroy cried, "give her, make that bitch come!" He slapped Sam's bare ass cheek hard, throwing off the rhythm. Sam's fucking became wilder, unsynchophated, leaving Katie crying out. As their bodies slammed together wildly, Leroy grabbed her thigh with his other hand, and lunged his right hand between them. For a second, his fingertip touched her gaping drenched well, brushed Sam's iron bar of a cock plunging into her like a runaway piston. Then he slid back a tiny increment and found her clit. He stroked it wildly, then set two fingers on either side, curling them slightly to protect it from stimulation. The movement of Leroy's hand was too much for Sam, and he uttered a low moan, his next thrust almost tore them off the sink. Suddenly, he was ejaculating with savage grunts, his hips pounding spasmodically, as he relentlessly tried to pump her full of his seed.

"Oh god," Sam cried out, "oh fuck." The orgasm seemed to blow him out, empty him out, as if he was collapsing, hollowing. Weakly he fell into Kayley's arms, her hips rocking onto his cock, as if trying to extract every last bit of semen and pleasure.

"Oh Sam," she moaned, almost delirious with pleasure and need, stroking him. Leroy slipped his hand from between them, and once gain, their bodies seemed to merge as one, this time remaining as each pushed against each other with all their fading strength, exhaustion melting them together.

Leroy let them pant, the air in the bathroom was moist with their exhaustion. The bathroom mirror was even fogged. Sam was fading, he could tell, but Kayley, had not orgasmed. He'd prevented that. Her body was still keyed up, hungry to be taken.

The minute Sam's wet cock fell from her with a plop, Leroy announced "My turn!"

Gently pushing against Sam's shoulder, he eased the younger man away and stepped between Kayley's legs. There was no need to feel for her, she was wide open, and he rammed up into her to the hilt with one violent thrust, using extra force to slam his pubic bone into her hip. Kayley's back arched, she threw back her head, mouth opening wide as he forced all the breath from her. He pulled back and thrust hard again. With a guttural grunt, Kayley inhaled, her head bending only to find Leroy's mouth on hers, covering hers, stealing her breath away.

Fully in control now, Leroy pumped savagely into her several more times, pushing her to the brink of orgasm, before easing off. He didn't want her coming too quickly after Sam, he wanted her orgasm to belong, unquestionably, to him. He settled into a rapid steady rhythm with enough unevenness to leave her gasping to catch up, delirious with pleasure, but under control.

"Holy fuck, Sam," Leroy called from the corner of his eye. "She's the hottest piece of ass I ever met. You're so fucking lucky to have this. She's so tight!"

He didn't pay attention to Sam, only saw the younger man from the corner of his eye, watching helplessly. Sam's cock was dripping semen, rapidly deflating. The jeans down around his thighs. He was panting and almost delirious, as if he couldn't believe what had happened. He leaned up against one wall, to support himself. As long as Sam didn't try to interfere, didn't try to call it off now that he'd come, Leroy didn't care.

Kayley was slick and smooth, Sam's ejaculation had combined with her own lubrication and wetness to turn her vagina into a tight, greased tunnel. Leroy took full advantage, hammering up into her with all his strength. He seized her breasts in both hands twisting almost painfully, and lowered his hips slightly so his cock's curve would fuck up, sliding against her G-spot. He tried to kiss her, and for a moment his tongue slid between her lips, but her head shifted and he licked a wet trail across her cheek. Annoyed, Leroy let go one breast, and grabbed her hair, holding her head in place, as he thrust extra hard to assert his dominance.

Kayley's eyes bulged, her tongue stiffened, her jaw seemed to distend. Leroy pulled back his tongue, sensing what was coming but maintained his lips sealed on hers. Suddenly, Kayley's whole body went rigid, her lungs struggled to expand, but she could only suck air through her nostrils. She lifted away from him for an instant to draw a gasping breath. Then he kissed her again, as the massive orgasm broke over her, her body shaking wildly. Simultaneously, she tried to pull him close and push him away, her cunt tightened so hard and fast she all but pushed him out before he forced himself back in. He fucked hard and fast prolonging her orgasm.

Suddenly, she was begging him. "Please, please," she whimpered.

Leroy slowed down enough to let her catch her breath. He didn't stop fucking her, but allowed her enough space for the orgasm to recede from her body, to let her slip back to, if not a normal state, something less than white out intensity. She was panting, hyperventilating, her movements disconnected and uncoordinated. Her eyes were wide, staring. Her thighs were drenched.

He held her almost tenderly. The grip on her breast loosening, the iron grip on her hair became stroking. When he bent his head to kiss her, she lifted her mouth to his. This time, the kiss wasn't frantic or devouring, but lingering, submissive. She accepted his kiss as ownership, allowing him to explore and gently claim.

He lifted his head to look into her eyes.

"Good one?" Leroy asked. She looked up at him, nodding her head. Her mouth worked, and she had to swallow for enough spit to speak.

"Oh yeah," she replied. Her body had yielded, eased back to the state he wanted.

"Well how's this," he said, and thrust up suddenly, making her gasp.

Lowering his hips pulling her thighs up, he hammered into her gaping swollen pussy, the curve of his shaft driving his cockhead continuously against her g-spot. He using one hand to hold a thigh raised tight in place, he lowered a hand, until his knuckles were brushing against her clit, twisting as they mashed into her sensitive flesh with each grinding thrust. Her free thigh remained up, locked in place. Kayley's back arched involuntarily, increasing his angle of penetration, straining to place her g-spot squarely on his bounding cock head. Her muscles locked up.

"Jesus Christ!" she screamed. "Jesus! Jesus! Fuck! Ah Ah Ahhhhhh," and a blinding orgasm exploded her, as hard and fierce as a tornado or a car crash. Kayley's body surged, and her pussy squirted wildly, spraying liquid uncontrollably. This time there was no begging, her body simply twisted, riding the orgasm, all control and identity lost. Squeezing, spasming.

Leroy felt his own orgasm boiling up, the sense of lightning in his hips, crawling up his spine. He growled, a high pitched noise, everything forgotten, all existence erased, except for the need to ejaculate to shoot his semen like wet lightning boiling its way through his urethra into the waiting womb prepared.

"Fuck," he grunted, thrusting again and again, any thought of Kayley's pleasure or orgasm forgotten. He was vaguely aware of the spastic wet flesh wrapped tight around him, clenching and clenching, the way it almost pushed him out and his luminous need pushed back in.

Finally, it seemed to yield, going limp, her pussy surrendering, all tension drained from it.

Victorious, Leroy's cock spat and spurted the remainder of his semen into her conquered womb, her body yielding bonelessly to it's new master.

Having vanquished the conquered exhausted girl, his cock finally began to yield. With a sensation akin to heartbreak and loss, Leroy felt his erection fade, and his cock began to slip from this vagina he'd laboured so hard to make his.

Leroy stepped away, panting hard, his muscles felt exhausted, as if he'd run a marathon, but he felt the satisfaction of knowing her womb had been pumped full of his seed.

As he retreated, Sam stepped in again, and the couple humped and joined their bodies, kissing and touching each other. Leroy didn't care, Sam wasn't hard enough to put it in her. They could kiss all they wanted, but he was the one that claimed her.

Two to nothing, fucker, he thought triumphantly, I made her orgasm, you couldn't and it's my come, not yours, running down her leg.

Who the fuck were these people? he thought suddenly, as he watched them.

He had no read on them. At first, he'd marked Kayley as just a dumb slut, the sort of girl you use like kleenex, blowing a load and letting her take care of her own orgasm, cum or not, because she wasn't worth anything more.

But she'd come back, and done Derek. He'd been jealous. She'd come on to him, and he'd seen her as a fun slut, someone exciting, with a wild streak and a need to be ridden hard and eventually broken, and he'd operated with that.

But now, watching them together, she was something else. They were something else. There was something desirable about them, something exciting. He craved it, he wanted whatever it was they had for himself, to take it, or destroy it, but somehow, to come as close as he could to possessing it.

"Wow," he said. "That was intense. Wild. Do you guys do this all the time?"

"No," Kayley said. "First time."

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"First time," Leroy said, trying to sound curious, rather than sarcastic, "except for the other times."

Sam and Kayley looked at each other.

"It's complicated," Sam said.

Leroy carefully put his cock away and zipped up.

"Oh yeah," he said in his friendliest, most engaging tone. "That sounds like a hell of a story."

"You know what?" he told them, "I bet sooner or later, someone else is going to want to use this bathroom for something."

"How about we go out and get something to eat, on me. I don't know about you, but suddenly, I'm starved."